“Backseat” – Nayana Nair

we get onto the carthat we wish was stoleni look at her (not my lover, yet),at him (my friend – we share the same passion of finding new things to be disappointed about),i look at the the small bags we have packedand realize that this is far too less to start a lifei count themContinue reading ““Backseat” – Nayana Nair”

“Part of me” – Nayana Nair

A part of me is always detached from my life, from this world. It is aware of everything, it knows, but is unaffected. As if this pain, is not mine but someone else’s. Or worse, it acts as if there is no pain. It knows that I am crying but doesn’t understand why. It looksContinue reading ““Part of me” – Nayana Nair”